Saturday, 9 June 2007

It’s raining, it’s pouring

We are having wild wet weather. Wind is swooshing through the pines, the wind chimes have jangled themselves into silence, rain is rattling on the roof and battering at the windows. I am warm inside watching the rivulets run.

Photo: Outside from inside

Words to walk with:
A traditional children’s nursery rhyme
“It's raining, it's pouring;
The old man is snoring.
He went to bed,
and bumped his head
And he couldn't get up in the morning.”

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